To be witnessed with such embodied sensitivity brings a purr to my form as I softly pad towards her, smiling from plait to plait.

2.

From an edge below I watch. There is a gentle singing rock creature, embedded into this close by craggy silhouette. Behind her, wide blue emptiness, beneath her, a secret life of belonging. I watch til the only visible sign of her is a gentle hand releasing its grasp of the rock.

I move up and limpet-like, I discover her embrace of our world on the sea edge with gypsy permanence: grounded, wild beauty.